closed, ish.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Grey Wardens & Other Shady Fuckers
WHAT: Shopping lists, probably
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: From Halamshiral to wherever
NOTES: PLEASE THREADJACK, PLEASE GO OFF TOPIC, this is for bonding and chatter for Wardens + anyone else living in or around the Guild House/Camp Shady in the valley. If you're not sure your character would have been included then you're welcome to assume they were! He'd be liberal about who's on the list. He's just not bothering The Whole Inquisition. This is such a long note. I'm sorry, for that and for so much else.

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.

Comments

[byblow]

Velanna. Please. You're still a babe.

[failedfirst]

I'm older than you. [No she isn't picking up what you're laying down, Alistair.]

[byblow]

[ He scoffs. ]

Only in body, and spirit, and years.

[failedfirst]

And while you may act it at times, you are not a child, and neither am I. [She pauses for a moment.] The Calling isn't far off. It's too late for me to learn how to be good at talking to people.

[byblow]

Oh, come on. You could have ten years left. Twenty, if you're special.

[failedfirst]

Unlikely. At least I'll have a heads up mine is approaching when you start hearing yours.

[byblow]

If you think about it, that's sort of... romantic.

[failedfirst]

I fail to see how that's romantic.